Bedlam!!

Disaster! Crisis!!

I shall elucidate.

On the Day of Labor I went for a scoot with the neighborhood scoundrels. All went well... no one "had to lay her down" or other BS you hear from scooter folk. Then I arrived back at the ranch.

Red Alert.

All hands to battlestations.

This is not a drill.

Where my darling woman's 2011 4Humper used to sit is a Godforsaken, aught-to-be-damned 2021 Taco now squats upon hallowed ground.

Attend your eyes, ye of stern stuff:


It offends my soul... the tiny wheelbase, the six lug bolt pattern, it's cute little bed decal.

My nazi scooter almost puked up 1 of its six Zylinders when it rolled upon this diminutive trail monster.

My Tundra and I are apoplectic. THE GALL OF THIS WOMAN! A 2011 4Humper with its 4 liter powerhouse and stick shifted transfer case whored out for this dwarf of a truck. Is it a truck? 3.5 liter Atkersump minivan engine?! Not allowed in Truck Gang methinks.

I need some soothing words.

 

Soothing words begin now!!